Luyện nghe bài hát JOY//Regrets

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Bow to the pages, that got through the
Pray to the Lord, and to be rich man everybody famous
Everybody us,
Never wanna live life to be aimless,
Eyes are amazing, I just wanna be so where the brain is,

gon' play, when they running up state, and the guns go blaze,
always gotta slay, when i think the way, that im puffin on my haze

to me,
the blasphemy,
We have to breathe,
With a plumped up bitch that's mad at me,
gotta spread rumors, it's a catastrophe,
Side eye to the and the Joe Blows,
You a little and you go low,
Praying to the and the heathens,
The evils wanna free us,
witted and you run a little, you no fun now, why you gotta be so brittle,
But you, little for the pussy mane,
I know you laugh but I feel your pain

we really grew apart,
Yeah we always gone it's two of us,
Yeah we never ever hang again,
You always gone when I need a friend,
when I never ever wanna leave it,
I don't score when I'm not needed,
You dip that's your own reasons,
visualize all these old feelings,
Bitches to let go,
Fickle minded man and I so,
Mane, die the beat, ride to the drums,
Sside with a snitch, and you gotta my love,
to the battle,
to the battle,
Sick of all of the foolish, I'm rattled,
Spill blood to all of those that us,
Rappers talk, but they playing up,
Wow when this games got you up,
Play the heat, stash all the drugs,
with a click, live for the night,
Find what you like, die for the fight,
Yeah,
But is scary,
Like night you were meant to tell me,
no fucks, not necessary,
I got too, try a be a

(BRAP, BRAP, BRAP)

Please pray to lord that I need that (Jesus),
Pray to the poor, I need (need this) please offer to fall your legions (legions),
don't die for the heathens (heathens),
Please don't die for the false, please just me to help you the most,
just tell me what the hell I need,
Please just guide me to see

[Male
trusted like you stepped on ice,
Knife in the back, everybody wanna yo life,
You I would be trouble, you were dead on right,
at myself in the mirror and reflect on mine

[Female

There's way too many dramas to behind us,
Why do the reminders have to us,
every time I close my eyes, I feel it, I can conceal it,
I regret them nights, you yeah,
And them texts caught you lying ooo

Oh who the are we kidding,
It's a young city slicker lifestyle we livin',
But now I know,
Was this even real or just for
I i hate this feeling yeah